Moss

Tomorrow is just another day,
when I let the sunshine meet my conscience.
You told me stories, giving me new ideas.
But then only you, you know the answers.

I wait longing for you, baby.
There's no one around me, wanting me...
Cause you know, and I know, enough to understand.
I'm a warm waiting idol, above.

Is this what you want?
Do you want a piece of mine?
Tell me now, are you short of cash?
Our thing was made to last.
Tell me, tell me now.
Tell me why.

Yet enough that day is waiting.
Love don't mean nothing, 'cause I'm alive, oh...
Hear me out, hear me out, I'm calling, strolling,
with an airplane ticket, and nowhere to go, nowhere to go...

Is this what you want?
Do you want a piece of mine?
Tell me now, are you short of cash?
Our thing was made to last.
Tell me, tell me now.
Tell me now.

Is this what you want?
Do you want a piece of mine?
Tell me now, are you short of cash?
Our thing was made to last.
Tell me, tell me now.
Tell me, tell me now.
Tell me, tell me now.
Tell me why...